Post by Rosie on Apr 2, 2013 5:20:10 GMT 1
Name: Rosaleen Marie de Lioncourt
Age: 12
Birthday: October 12th, 1992
Nicknames: Rosie
Personality: Curious, excitable, adventurous, nice, quick-tempered but I tend to forgive and forget.
Hobbies: I really enjoy being on stage acting, I've loved it since I was three.
Powers: I think that my brother can move things with his mind. I've seen him do it, maybe I can do something cool like that too! Apparently I can read people's minds...I hate it.
Physical features: Wavy golden blond hair, long limbs, gray-blue eyes, and cheeks that always seem to be flushed which is where she got her nickname, and she is a little small for her age.
Height: 4'8
Location: New Orleans
Place of birth: Savannah, Georgia
Family: Lestat de Lioncourt (father), David Talbot (father), Lucy Dawson/Gretchen (mother), Gabriel (older twin brother), Gabrielle de Lioncourt (grandmother)
My twin brother, Gabriel, and I were born in Savannah and grew up with just our mother for twelve years. We were all very happy together even if Mom did have to leave for work at weird times. Mom had a job doing paper work for this organization called the Talamasca. She would always take trips to London, Rome, Amsterdam, or New Orleans. Mom always told the two of us that her job was something not many people got to do, she never told us what that was though.
Two weeks ago, on a trip back from New Orleans, mom got into crash with a drunk driver and was killed instantly. When the police arrived at our house to tell us this news a man from Mom's workplace came too. That man put my brother and me on a plane to London so we could meet our father, the one we didn't know much about. Gabriel and I had hints though. Ever since we were four Mom would give us little clues like a picture of an 80s rockstar and say things like: "You're father is like that!" The Talamasca man took my brother and me to this large mansion called a mother house and set us down all alone in a little parlor. "Wait here, kids," the man told us. "You're father is...uhh...meeting with Mr.Stirling." Then he left us quickly, almost like our father was being more of a pest than anything. My brother and I then began to talk about our mother. It seemed as though she wasn't who she said she was. She would sometimes fondly mention mission trips then stop as if something bad had happened on one of them. Sometimes Gabriel or I would catch her playing the piano, she played so beautifully but then she would immediately stop and yell at us to go play. Personally, I think our family has a bigger dark secret then just an unknown father.
I eventually got bored of waiting, talking suspiciously about our mother, after 30 minutes and began to look around the nearby hallway, dragging my shy and nervous brother with me. Gabriel and I stopped at the end of the hallway, we didn't go into any of the rooms because they all looked like boring offices and stuff, and saw a large broken grandfather clock. I suggested that we try to fix it. Gabriel thought we should just go back and sit down. I outruled him naturally and we opened up the glass part of the clock. It was big enough that we could step inside, so we did. The next thing we knew we started to get really dizzy and a painful noise like a train on the tracks filled our ears. As soon as that all started it stopped and my brother and I had somehow landed on top of each other in the middle of an unfamiliar street. Gabriel and I had arrived in New Orleans, we think, and now have to figure out what we will do next.
Age: 12
Birthday: October 12th, 1992
Nicknames: Rosie
Personality: Curious, excitable, adventurous, nice, quick-tempered but I tend to forgive and forget.
Hobbies: I really enjoy being on stage acting, I've loved it since I was three.
Powers: I think that my brother can move things with his mind. I've seen him do it, maybe I can do something cool like that too! Apparently I can read people's minds...I hate it.
Physical features: Wavy golden blond hair, long limbs, gray-blue eyes, and cheeks that always seem to be flushed which is where she got her nickname, and she is a little small for her age.
Height: 4'8
Location: New Orleans
Place of birth: Savannah, Georgia
Family: Lestat de Lioncourt (father), David Talbot (father), Lucy Dawson/Gretchen (mother), Gabriel (older twin brother), Gabrielle de Lioncourt (grandmother)
My twin brother, Gabriel, and I were born in Savannah and grew up with just our mother for twelve years. We were all very happy together even if Mom did have to leave for work at weird times. Mom had a job doing paper work for this organization called the Talamasca. She would always take trips to London, Rome, Amsterdam, or New Orleans. Mom always told the two of us that her job was something not many people got to do, she never told us what that was though.
Two weeks ago, on a trip back from New Orleans, mom got into crash with a drunk driver and was killed instantly. When the police arrived at our house to tell us this news a man from Mom's workplace came too. That man put my brother and me on a plane to London so we could meet our father, the one we didn't know much about. Gabriel and I had hints though. Ever since we were four Mom would give us little clues like a picture of an 80s rockstar and say things like: "You're father is like that!" The Talamasca man took my brother and me to this large mansion called a mother house and set us down all alone in a little parlor. "Wait here, kids," the man told us. "You're father is...uhh...meeting with Mr.Stirling." Then he left us quickly, almost like our father was being more of a pest than anything. My brother and I then began to talk about our mother. It seemed as though she wasn't who she said she was. She would sometimes fondly mention mission trips then stop as if something bad had happened on one of them. Sometimes Gabriel or I would catch her playing the piano, she played so beautifully but then she would immediately stop and yell at us to go play. Personally, I think our family has a bigger dark secret then just an unknown father.
I eventually got bored of waiting, talking suspiciously about our mother, after 30 minutes and began to look around the nearby hallway, dragging my shy and nervous brother with me. Gabriel and I stopped at the end of the hallway, we didn't go into any of the rooms because they all looked like boring offices and stuff, and saw a large broken grandfather clock. I suggested that we try to fix it. Gabriel thought we should just go back and sit down. I outruled him naturally and we opened up the glass part of the clock. It was big enough that we could step inside, so we did. The next thing we knew we started to get really dizzy and a painful noise like a train on the tracks filled our ears. As soon as that all started it stopped and my brother and I had somehow landed on top of each other in the middle of an unfamiliar street. Gabriel and I had arrived in New Orleans, we think, and now have to figure out what we will do next.